Good Girls Go Bad - The Boy Who Played Games and Didn't Hear No ~ Part 2

I want to start out by apologizing to all of you for taking a few days to put this up. I intended on putting this up the day after I posted the first part, but I haven't had a chance for several reasons. This is all stuff I will elaborate on later, but for the time being, I'll give you a little taste of what the last few days has been like.

I used to believe in coincidences, but after this week, I no longer do. In the same day I had both an incident involving the memory of my grandma in a very ironic, deep, personal way. I also had an incident involving Friend, which has sent my mind spinning in a hundred different directions. At the same time as everything seems to be a coincidence, I just don't know how it can be. I feel like the universe is trying to tell me something.

On top of that, my father is back in town. Oh yeah, the one I've told you all about. The one who I will call the cops on so fast if he even gets within twenty feet of our property. He has been living out of state for several years, but I've been forewarned he was back and looking for me. Unfortunately he knows where to find me. I'm not playing around with him. I will call the cops. Period.

The doctor's think they have a partial diagnosis for me, but there's more to it than just saying I do or do not have it. The condition is coming up in my tests on my digestive system, but being as my digestive doctor is not an autoimmune doctor he can not diagnose it, even though it's pretty clear what's going on. I have to wait until October to see his wife, who is also my autoimmune doctor, for an official diagnosis. For now, I have some testing coming up Friday. And thankfully, the pending diagnosis is not life threatening, which is terrific considering they thought I had the life threatening version of this condition initially.

So basically that's been the outline of the last few days for me. There's about a million more things I could say, but it's easier just to leave it at that. Like I said, I will elaborate on all of this later. I just wanted you all to know that I wasn't being lazy with not posting the rest of this story.

This post is a continuation of the previous post. If you haven’t read it yet, I would suggest doing that before you read this, or this will make no sense.

The next day, my mom was taking Mike out to show him houses. Now, keep in mind that, as I mentioned earlier, I had not gone with him for two weeks because I was sick. That was the real reason, and I had told him this exact reason. So, as a person at home trying to catch up on some emails and other web correspondence, I logged on Facebook around the time my mom had told me they were meeting at the office to look at houses. Imagine my surprise when I saw him logged on to Facebook. I knew he didn’t have the internet on his phone, so I called my mom to make sure he was there, and if he wasn’t, like I suspected, to let her know that he was obviously going to be late, because THE DUDE WAS ON FACEBOOK.

Of course he wasn’t there. I had wanted to delete him off of Facebook, but I kept him on because my mom asked me to at least try to keep some civilized contact with him. Isn’t it sad when you listen to your mom to try to help her sale a house? Quite frankly, it made me feel skeevy, because I’m not that kind of person. If you become creepy and I don’t want anything to do with you, I’m not going to pretend to so my mom can sell a house. Ultimately, I didn’t pretend to, I just continued to tell him no, instead of telling him to stick it up his you know what. This was unique for me.

I logged off of Facebook to keep myself from flipping out at him and angrily telling him that HE was the one who made the time to meet with my mom and if HE doesn’t have enough courtesy to actually SHOW UP at that time, then he should call her and let her know.

A few minutes later, out of the blue, I get a text from him saying, “You’re going to surprise me and show up today, aren’t you? Are you already there waiting for me?” I had NO idea where this came from. He had already known I wasn’t feeling well, plus I had told him repeatedly that I wasn’t and one hundred percent would NOT be there that night. Again with him thinking I was kidding about something, but why he thought I was showing up when I hadn’t in two weeks for the same reason was totally beyond me. He texted me again about me kidding with him and I ignored it.

My mom let me know that he did finally show up...close to a half an hour late. This is where we’re going to get into a whole other story, so I shall explain that before I tell you what happened next.

A few months earlier, when Mike was acting normal and I adored him, I lent him two DVDs. One was The Amityville Horror, and the other was the whole first season of Supernatural. He had wanted to borrow them and I didn’t see a problem with it. Then, as time went by, he would complain he was bored and going to rent a movie. As it turned out, he wasn’t watching what I had lent him, but instead going and getting other movies. This is a huge pet peeve of mine. If you ask someone if you can borrow movies off of them, for goodness sake, please watch them. I’m not saying you have to watch them immediately, but try to watch them in a decent amount of time and don’t rent a ton of other movies because you’re bored and then tell them about it.

Close to two months had gone by and he still had, and then he started getting uber creepy. I asked him for them back nicely. He asked me why I wanted them back and I told him the simple answer, which was because they were mine and he had had them for two months, and all he did was watch four episodes of Supernatural and rent other movies on a consistent basis. This wasn’t a good enough answer for him. He came back with telling me that I lent them to him, which I guess to him meant he could have them for four years if necessary. I don’t really know where he was going with that, so I rolled my eyes and then I think they popped out of my head in anger.

Normally I can handle things like this myself, but I am a horrible liar, so I asked my mom what to do. She was stumped for a moment, and it seriously took the two of us to come up with telling him that I was having a girls get together and we wanted to watch those movies, and since they were mine, we had every right to watch them. Seriously, this is how little we lie. It took both of us to come up with that, and then I felt bad telling him that since it wasn’t true, even though it was only over instant messenger. And let’s not forget that I was sick and really didn’t want anyone here, so yeah, bad lie. We suck at it. We’re fine with that.

I told him this, stressing that my one friend who was coming was a fan of Supernatural and hadn’t seen the first few episodes, so I especially needed that DVD back. To be honest, I wasn’t worried about ever seeing the other one again, but Supernatural I wanted back, which is why we decided to go with that story. And for future reference, I still have this IM too, plus the following texts, because I feel like I haven’t heard the last of him, and I feel like I may need to protect myself.

Finally, with a reason other than “they’re mine” in tact, he had agreed to give the movies back to my mom when he saw her to house hunt that night, Right after my mom let me know he was at her office, he texts me and tells me that he “had my movies to give to my mom.” Movies. Plural. In text. All was well and good.

Another forty five minutes to an hour passes and things get interesting. As if they could get anymore. Mike asks me if, since he’s returning my DVDs, if he was invited to girls night that he was returning the DVDs for. I told him no. He asks why / begs. I tell him no again, it’s just for girls. Plus, as you all know, there was no girls night. I just wanted my freaking DVDs back, since he didn’t want to give them back just because they were mine.

He then asks if he’ll be getting them back after girls night. WHAT THE DUCK? WHO DOES THAT? No, they’re my movies and you didn’t watch them, so I want them back! I had to lie to you just to get them back! That’s what I wanted to say. Instead I lied and said yes, because at this point, I didn’t want to give him a reason to not give them back. Even though he said he had them to give to my mom, something smelled fishy.

Mike proceeds to text me and tell me that, on Saturday, the night I had lied to him and told him I was having a girl get together, that my mom and her friend Charlene were having a Chuck Norris movie night also at our house, and he was invited and coming to that. He said my mom invited him.

There were several issues with this. One, there was no girls night, so she would have never told him that there was, and then she and her friend were having a Chuck Norris night on top of it. Two, my mom wouldn’t have invited him, because she knew how creepy he was becoming. Three, and this was the only one I could bring up to him at this time; we only have one TV. Uh huh. Yeah. Which he knew, because he had been here before. Plus our house is super small and there is no way we could fit two parties of people in here. I politely pointed out that my mom would have never done that since we didn’t have two TVs. He kept insisting she did. I ignored that notion as best as I could.

Big surprise, he then texts me again and tells me that he “forgot my Supernatural DVD.” I was livid at this point, realizing he had just attempted to play a game with me. When I pointed out that an hour ago he told me he had it, he denied it. Hello, buddy, you TEXTED me this, so denying it isn’t really an option. I had the text.

I knew what was coming next, but I tried to grin and bear it. He tried every single way to worm into how I could get the movie off of him. I, again, told him that I was sick and I was not getting together with him that week. When he wouldn’t back down, I told him that he had borrowed the movies, and it was his responsibility to get them back to my mom as promised, and as he told me he had just an hour before. I hate games. This was clearly one. Normally I would be a little more lenient and just get together with the person and get them, but considering that it was clear he had done this on purpose, I wasn’t about to play ball. The response I got to telling him getting the movies back to my mom was his responsibility? “Okay, whatever.” In guy talk that meant I’d never see my movies again unless I got together with him and I knew it.

At this point, I had had it. He KNEW that Supernatural was specifically the DVD I had wanted back. I told him this through an IM, and then told him several other times so he wouldn’t forget it, and yet that’s the one he conveniently “forgot.” I wasn’t buying it. I wasn’t buying it for one minute and I was ready to tell him that, but then I realized I had something better. He was in the car with my mom and his house was near her office. If you want to play games with someone, make sure you don’t play them when you’re IN THE CAR WITH THEIR MOM! Hello!

I called my mom and told her the situation. As soon as I told her what was going on, she basically told me that he was doing it on purpose. I didn’t know what was up, but I knew something was with as quickly as she told me she’d get them back that night, and hung up. It was more than them just being together, because she had hustled away from him to talk to me.

When my mom came home, she had both movies. She then began to regal me with a tale of her own. She brought up how he was acting weird and kept bringing me up, and it was clear to her he had no interest in looking at houses that night, that he just wanted to see me. She knew I had told him I wouldn’t be there, and she was starting to catch on that he wasn’t actually looking for a house, but that he was trying to get closer to me. I had suspected this for a good while, especially when he started getting angry that I was sick and couldn’t go with him. I told him I would help him look if I could, but there would be times I wouldn’t be going. After all, it wasn’t my job to help him look for a house, but I was trying to be a good friend.

She then started to tell me that they were looking at a house right down the road from his and passed the road to his house to get to it. She had mentioned they could just stop there while going past, and he wouldn’t have it. She took him back to the office when they were done, and then again offered to go home with him to get the movie. He refused and said he’d be back with it. Then, he returned all kinds of pissed off. I don’t even know what to say to that, because first of all, he had no reason to have to drive to his house and get it and come back. My mom offered to stop there under two occasions. Second, he didn’t live that far away. Third, we were really wondering if he had any intentions on giving it back at all, and we decided he didn’t. Most likely, he was going to use it as long as he could to con me into getting together with him, and keep conveniently “forgetting” it each time. Classy.

Oh, and when I brought up the whole Chuck Norris movie night, my mom didn’t even know anything about it. Turns out, he had met her friend Charlene before and conversed with her, so he just decided to pull one out of his ass and see if I would believe it. Charlene is a Chuck Norris freak. It takes about two seconds of knowing her to find that out. There was no Chuck Norris night, which I figured, but since I wasn’t really having a party, I didn’t know if maybe she and Charlene had decided to have one and didn’t tell me yet. But no, they hadn’t. She had no idea what he was talking about whatsoever. She was officially creeped out by him, too.

She also brought up that he told her he was between two houses, after she literally showed him every single house in his price range. EVERY SINGLE ONE. Which is what a realtor does, but she had yet to have anyone see every single house in their price range and not make a decision. He told my mom he wanted to bring his mom and his uncle to see the two houses again on Sunday, so he would call her Thursday to set up a time once he spoke with them. From there, he would decide what house to buy.

I told my mom he would never call her. I knew he never intended on buying a house. It was just that feeling. Sure enough, Thursday rolls around and she doesn’t hear from him. She gives him a call Friday morning and he doesn’t answer. She blows it off, but I was angry. I shouldn’t have been. I should have let it go, but at this point I just wanted him to know that we weren’t buying his absolute bullshit, and I knew the game he was trying to run.

I texted him and nicely asked him what time he and my mom were going to look at houses on Sunday with his mom and uncle. He said that they weren’t going to look at houses. I asked him why he never bothered to at least tell my mom. He claimed he had tried to call her and he didn’t get her. I asked if he left a message and he said no. Now, folks, this is, as you have guessed, total bullshit. He was dumb enough to tell me a time that he tried to call her. Both of us happened to be home, sitting here with her phone on the coffee table in front of us and it never rang. Surprise, he lied.

I called him on it and he basically admitted he had no intentions of going on Sunday. Duh. We know, but we just wanted to see if he’d admit it. This is the point where I deleted him off of Facebook, blocked him off of IM, and wrote him off totally in my book as a decent person. It’s bad enough he tried his games on me several times, but when he starts wasting my mom’s time, it’s on. I’m just done. I had no reason to attempt to be polite to someone who was being a complete jerk to my mom, and had been a complete jerk to me for several weeks. I was done.

My mom tried to be ever hopeful and called him a few more times about setting up another day. Of course he never called her back. This wouldn’t be important, except the saga continues.

Several weeks of peace and no fear that he’s going to show up at my house in the middle of the night go by. I’m sitting here stupidly thinking he finally understands I don’t want him here, although I’ve told him that a zillion times, and the whole telling him I’m done with him / deleting him off my Facebook has actually worked and he gets it. No, no he does not.

I was contacted by a friend who was also mutual friends with him. This wasn’t weird or anything considering that I had gone to the same high school with him, although I didn’t know him because I was only in high school for a few weeks before I got very sick and ended up being pulled out to be home schooled. I still had friends from middle school who knew him. No big.

That’s when she suddenly asks me when I’m finally going to go with Mike to buy a house. I had no idea what she was talking about, nor had I brought up Mike, because it wasn’t worth venting my issues with him at her. Why would I do that? I had no reason.

She proceeds to tell me that he is interesting in buying a house off of my mom and that I haven’t called him back about going to see the house with him so I could help him pick one. He was bugging her about it for some reason. This was news to me, considering what had happened just a few weeks earlier. Plus, I never agreed to this, nor had anything been said. I didn’t say anything to her and let her talk, only to find out that apparently he didn’t want to buy a house until he knew I liked it. And he was upset that I hadn’t called him yet, because he’d be very mad at me if someone else bought the house while he was waiting for me. She was also under the impression that we were dating. Say what now? My reaction exactly.

Needless to say, I was floored. I had no idea what was going on. I also was not about to call him, because I suspected this was another ploy for him to get me to get together with him. Plus, like any sensible person who had it with someone being a creep, I deleted his number. He was obviously being a creep again. Why else would he tell one of our mutual friends, the one that the last I heard he was angry with and was “done talking to,” but knew I talked to, this? Why? He sold her an entire story that he was still interested in buying a house and basically it was my fault he hadn’t yet.

In the next few days, I ended up finding out from several other girls who knew him, and also knew me, that he had done practically the same thing to them as well, only minus the whole buying a house thing. He played other games fitting to their situation on them. I hadn’t told them what he had done to me, but instead I was suddenly impaled with stories about how he started harassing other girls in this same sense; sending them non stop texta, trying to con them into getting together with him, just showing up at their houses, etc.

I suspect the friend who told me about the house thing, had brought it up what he was doing to these other girls, and in turn, they decided to tell me their stories, because I didn’t bring it up with them. The reason I suspect this happened is because that same friend also proceeded to also tell me an almost identical story. I never knew this. What made her tell me is when I was trying to figure out what she was talking about when she was telling me that he was waiting for me to call him. She told me she suspected he was trying to pull something and came out with it.

On top of that, I started to unravel even more lies he had told me. Over the two weeks when he was texting me consistently, I started to pick up on a bunch of lies. Apparently, he couldn’t remember what he was lying about. It was stupid stuff, too; stuff he should never have to lie about. That’s when I realized they were situational lies. What do I mean by that? Let me explain.

At one time when we were just getting to know each other, we had talked about doing something on a Saturday. He told me that on Saturdays he was “scheduled to work” and he “had to go in” so he wouldn’t be able to do anything. Then, during those two weeks, he scheduled an appointment with my mom on a Saturday. When I brought up him having to work on Saturdays, as he had told me before, he told me that he “never had to work Saturday,” and that “working Saturdays was optional.”

Obviously, this was a situational lie. When we were getting to know each other, he told me he had to work because he wasn’t willing to miss the hours to hang out with me. Fair enough and I don’t blame him. But later, when he wanted to cling to me like white on rice, he told what I would assume to be the truth, since, even though he knew I wasn’t going with him that Saturday, he went with my mom anyway. So either that was the truth, or he called off work to go house hunting.

I caught him in at least a dozen of these lies. I couldn’t understand it for the life of me, but he was sounding less and less appealing. If he was lying to me about stupid things like that, what else was he lying to me about? And the lies just kept coming.

Another thing he lied about; do you all remember the story about the census taker midget that his co-worker’s mentally challenged nephew thought was a gnome and kidnapped him? After reading that story, a Canadian friend of mine contacted me and let me know that this was an actual, published story that happened in her own home town. Only the person wasn’t a census taker. I can not, not, for the life of me, remember what she said he was.

When Mike told the story, his co-worker’s nephew lived in the area. I will never know if Mike saw the news story online and didn’t think anyone else did, so he decided to make up the elaborate lie about how that happened to someone he worked with, or if his co-worker lied to him and he spread it around. Either way, I am so sorry that I lied to you. I mean, the story still happened, just not here and not to anyone I knows acquaintances.

Quite frankly, this whole thing saddens me and makes me a little sick to think about. I really trusted Mike, and then all of this happened. I have a feeling it’s not over, either, but I really hope it is.

As we all also know, there are two sides to ever story. Part of me would like to know his, because no matter what way I slice it, I don’t see how this story doesn’t come out creepy. All I know is what he said to me, how I responded, and what continued to happen after that. The rest is beyond me. As I said before, even if I do hear his side, there’s nothing that can be done to repair the friendship. He was still a creep, whether he realized it or not. I don’t know how he couldn’t have, or how he thought all of these games were okay.

Also, to tell our one friend that he was waiting for me to call him, he definitely doesn’t think he’s done anything wrong. And obviously, having done this to other girls, he doesn’t think it’s creepy. He’s done this to other girls, one girl even telling me he “took advantage of her.” This made me more glad that I didn’t let him come over just to shut him up, but my gut knew better.

Part of me sincerely wants to contact him and tell him how creepy his behavior is, but I know that will do no good. I would never want to do it to be facetious, but I wonder if he sincerely doesn’t know and every other girl, like me, just wants away from him as fast as possible as doesn’t care to tell him. Then again, after the games he’s played, I don’t know how he couldn’t know. If you weren’t doing something skeevy, you would have no need to play games on purpose, and he obviously felt he had the need to do so.

What I’m saying, girls, is please just watch your backs. This story is a perfect example of how someone who seems like a great friend, a great man, a great person, can turn creepy so quickly. One nice gesture, such as letting someone stay over your house so they don’t fall asleep and wreck on the way home, may not mean that to them, even though you’ve made it clear that was the only reason they were allowed to stay. In this case, it was decided by the other party that there was more to it than that, and it spiraled.

You never know what kind of person someone is, or what is going on in their mind. What you think you made clear, someone else could interpret as something else, and refuse to hear the truth by choice. The more I think back on some of his texts, especially the vacation ones, the more I think he truly believed after that night we were going out. However, I have gone over the texts time and time again, and I told him repeatedly we were just friends and I wasn’t interested in dating him. At one point I told him I was interested in someone else, which was true, and he seemed to get upset. I didn’t think anything of it at the time, but I sure do now.

So watch for the little signs, and the little things. Be careful. If something doesn’t feel right, it’s not. It’s okay to put something off that doesn’t feel right, because you know what, that’s usually when someone’s true colors show and you’ll find your answer as to why your gut was churning with anxiety, sick about something just being off, even if you couldn’t put your finger on it.

If you can’t put something off, protect yourself. Whether it’s with mace, just in case, or, my personal favorite, arm yourself with a pack of friends if you must get together with the person. Be smart about it. When your gut tells you something, listen. Always, always listen.

I did, in this case, even though I truly thought I was the one being stupid about things, and misinterpreting things. He was just lonely, right? Maybe, but even if that’s still true, I can’t help but wonder if he would have “taken advantage of me” like he had with my other friend had I let him come here. I also can’t help but wonder what would have happened if I would have said no and tried to push him away...home alone with him. If I have to wonder, it’s proof enough that my gut was right. You gut is always right.

Confidential to Zoe - Okay, I am going to totally email you on Facebook something that I ask to keep private between the two of us. When I do, you will understand why I am emailing you about this specific comment. I just want you to know that I'm sorry for all you've been through with your friend Mike, and I completely understand how you feel. Sometimes, no matter what you say, guys hear what they want to hear. I hope that things get better and he learns to understand and accept your stance, or realize that he was never a good friend to you if all he had were other intentions in mind, and move on. I know that sounds so harsh, but sometimes it's for the best. I agree with you; honesty is best. I have so much respect for you for having learned that at such a young age where most people want to be everything they are not. This will carry you far in love and life.

I really hope you feel better soon! I will come sing campfire songs to your illness if necessary. That normally chases them away. Nothing, not even colds, can withstand a marathon of campfire songs. You are keeping me company in spirit and I appreciate it so much. You are an amazing girl! I love your blog. I love the pictures and the simplicity of it, and if you were to tell a story, I would love that, too! Maybe a story you think you are not telling so well, everyone else will love. I don't fancy myself a storyteller; let me just put it to you that way.

Good Girls Go Bad - The Boy Who Played Games and Didn't Hear No ~ Part 1

In the last post, I told you all about amazing friends and people who are truly beautiful on the inside. This post is not about those people. Also, just so those people know, I will be heading over to Facebook to send you both messages regarding your comments. I love you gals!

A few months ago, I promised you all a story about a serious friend flop that was funny and sad all the same. I later told you that I was going to hold off on telling it until the storm had blown over. The storm was over for me as soon as I decided I could not be friends with this person anymore, obviously, but there were other circumstances pending so I decided to hold off until things worked themselves out. I am holding off no more, and by that, I mean this story shall be told with no bars held.

I want to make it clear before I start this story that I am not telling everything to get back at the person of whom is also part of this story. The thing is, I’m not even mad at them. If anything, I’m completely put off by their behavior and a little sad that they felt the need to act the way that they did. I still wish I understood it.

I also threw the idea of not using this person’s name back and forth, however, you already know this person. To really get into this story, it’s important to know who I’m talking about, because I think you, too, will be shocked by this story, therefore, understanding where this story is coming from.

This person had previously given me permission to use their name and their stories on this blog before, so now isn’t going to be any different. Please keep in mind that normally I would never, ever, use the person’s name; see the Friend saga. However, in this situation, there is absolutely no way you would be able to find out who this person was. Several of you are friends of mine on Facebook, but this friend is no longer a friend of mine on Facebook or any other social network, therefore, you will not be able to find out who they are in any way, shape or form. If there was some way you could, I guarantee you that I would not use the person’s name. I also understand that I use the names Becky 1, Becky 2 and Becky 3. They are also okay with this, and there isn’t really a way you could figure out which is which. I always check with people before using their names and what not. I respect my friends and their privacy.

Aside from that, I also have another friend with the same name who is still my friend on Facebook. Please do not yell at him. He has enough problems and he is definitely not the person involved in this story. In fact, I can not say enough nice things about this person.

Last, I would like to let you know why I am telling a story that paints someone in a not so good light, and how that ties in with it being important that you know who this friend is from other posts for this post to really stick. The reason is that I have no true way of enforcing to the young women who read this blog that you have to be so careful with people. You have to watch your back, especially with guys. No matter how well you think you know them, something like this could happen. Granted, this story is the tame end of what could happen when you think you know somebody but don’t, but there was the potential for this to get dangerous and I realized it soon enough. If you realize it soon enough to break off a relationship and cut off all contact with a person, you are much safer.

This story is one hundred percent being put out there in hopes of helping the point stick that you have to be so careful. I don’t want any of my readers getting hurt. I love you all. Please understand that is why I am telling this story. It’s not about revenge, or trying to show this person in a bad light, it is to prove that sometimes even the people who seem like the sweetest, most easy going people, are not who you think they are no matter how long you have known them. And so the story goes...

Once upon a time in a land far, far away, there was a young woman looking for her prince charming, but instead kept finding frogs. As the old wives' tale goes, you have to kiss a lot of frogs to find your prince. I say they lie and I’m tired of kissing frogs. They’re slimy and gross, and for the lack of a more mature word, ewwwugh! Actually, I like frogs just fine, but the kissing part doesn’t sit well with me.

And that’s enough of that.

I’ve spent years being told I was a good story teller; that I could keep people captivated, but no matter what I’ve written or what stories I’ve told, I’ve learned two things. One, nothing anyone could ever write compares to real life and the true stories that come out of it. Two, kissing boys is a lot like kissing a slimy frog, because the more boys you kiss, the more you find that a lot of them are dogs, or, you know, slime. I don’t want to insult any dogs here.

This is where my story comes in. The real one, not the fairy tale one.

On the flip side of every story and everything I’ve ever believed in, sometimes the guys who do the stupidest things aren’t the bad guys, they’re just extremely immature, or haven’t had the best past and it keeps them from making the right decisions. Other times, the guys who seem really great turn out to be severely misrepresenting themselves, and then things unravel very quickly and leave you wondering what in the heck just happened. This is the story I shall tell.

On this blog I’ve previously told stories about a friend named Mike. Yes, really awesome friend that I’ve written about, with his permission, and was helping house hunt. You didn’t expect me to write anything unbecoming about him, did you? To be honest, I didn’t either. I never, ever, thought I’d have anything but wonderful, rainbow like thing to say about him. Mike was awesome and I really enjoyed his company. He was sweet, a little shy, and the kind of guy that it seemed every girl wanted. I really wished that I liked him, but I think in the back of my mind I knew that something was just a little off

Even though, things were going great and we were having a good time hanging out as friends, and then things got...well, weird. I don’t know how else to put it. Please keep in mind when reading this that I have absolutely nothing against Mike. I’m just totally befuddled by this, to say the least. I also know there are two sides to every story, but at this point, no matter what he says to me, there’s no way his side could change my mind about being friends with him after the way he acted. Sad, isn’t it?

One night after I was helping Mike house hunt, he came over afterwards and we watched The Princess Bride. This night happened to be one of the nights that my mom was working nightshift taking care of an older lady. I thought nothing of it. We watched the movie, and when it was over he was literally falling asleep on the couch. I told him to stay, because I didn’t want him to die by falling asleep driving home. He stayed on the couch, I had a Gilmore Girls marathon, he woke up early in the morning and went home. No big deal, right?

Well, apparently it was, because this is when everything changed, and to be completely honest with you, I have no idea why. I am completely, one hundred percent honest on this blog, and that is all that happened that night to a tee. Period. It was completely innocent, there was not even any flirting or anything, and I’ve made it clear to him before that I had no interest in him as more than a friend. That wasn’t even an issue. I was just glad to have an awesome guy friend who could stay over as a friend and not want more, or even bring it up.

Mike went on vacation with his family post him leaving my house that morning. For the next five days while he was gone he seemed glued to texting me constantly. I thought absolutely nothing of it because he was on vacation with this family, and I figured he had just had with them and needed someone else to talk to. There was some conflict in his family while he was gone, and he was really bored. I text when this happens, too.

I also enjoyed talking to him, but it was just a whole lot of texting that I wasn’t used to between the two of us. He started getting really flirty and I jokingly flirted back, but made it very clear to him in every single way possible that I was not interested in him. I didn’t think he was interested in me either. Quite frankly, I thought he was just playing around, which is why I played back, but still made sure to let him know it was as friends. I didn’t know why he was acting that way, but I thought it was just the stress of a vacation he didn’t necessarily want to be on. I would quickly learn that I should not have chalked it up to vacation.

He was coming home on a Sunday. We had talked about getting together when he got home, because that’s what normal friends do, but we didn’t set a day. On that Sunday, while he was heading home in his parents car, he did something I really hate, but also tried to ignore because I thought I had known him well enough to know he was a great guy, and I also thought that I was just being silly.

He started out by telling me that when he got home he was thinking about going out, because he’d probably be too wired to go to bed, and he wanted to know if I wanted to come. I passed. He didn’t know when he’d be in, and I didn’t want to make any promises in case he got in later than he thought and it was just later than I wanted to go out. I’m such a party pooper, I know. But in my defense, my mom was working that night, and if he got in late I really didn’t want to leave the dogs alone at night, as they’re used to someone being here. I like to keep a gentle balance.

After I passed, he brought up that he was also “thinking about coming to my house, like I had offered before.” I was in the middle of doing a bunch of things when he texted, so I told him if he didn’t get in too late, he was welcomed here. I didn’t think that was weird, until about an hour later when I realized I had never “offered,” as he put it, to have him come over when he got home. It was definitely a red flag. I tried to let it go, but it ate at me as the night went on.

I was still going to let him come over, because I had agreed, even though I wasn’t thinking when I had. At the time when he had asked, he said he would be home about eight or eight thirty by the looks of where they were. I didn’t see a problem with this. We could hang out for awhile, and if I still felt really odd about things, I could always ask him to leave when my mom left to go to work for the evening. No harm, no foul, and I could see if I was just being silly.

By the time my mom left, he still hadn’t called, or texted. I had tried texting him to see where he was, but he never got back to me. It soon became after ten and I hadn’t heard a word from him. My dogs were fast asleep, which is really a rarity when my mom is gone for the night, the house was quiet, and Mike had to go to work in the morning. I figured he didn’t think he’d be getting in that late, and quite frankly, because I felt odd about everything, I didn’t really want him to come over, especially when the house was so quiet, so I texted him and told him very plainly that, since it was late and the house was quiet, that I did not want him to come over.

I got a text back almost immediately saying that he had “just pulled in” and “was on his way over.” Considering he hadn’t answered any of my other texts, but suddenly jumped on the one where I told him not to come over, I smelled something fishy. To make a long story short, I proceeded to again, very clearly tell him not to come over because the dogs were asleep, the house was quiet, I wasn’t going to have him come over, wake up the dogs, stay for awhile, and then wake them up again to leave. At this point, it was late and it was pointless. Besides that, he’d have to get some sleep to go to work in the morning, and we couldn’t hang out for long. I wanted to tell him that something didn’t seem right, but I didn’t, and still stayed honest with him.

This proceeded with him sending me three more texts insisting that it was “no problem” that he come over. Clearly, he wasn’t getting the hint. At one point, he even offered to stay the night so he didn’t wake the dogs. No, something was definitely not right here. The problem; he was not hearing no. We went back and forth several more times, me now losing the nice and telling him NOT to show up here. Finally he got the picture, but unfortunately I was about to learn that this would become a pattern.

From here, it wasn’t hard to figure out that my letting him stay here that one night suddenly became an open invite for him to be able to stay here whenever he wanted to, or he thought I “needed him.” Listen, buddy, I stayed home alone a lot of nights when my mom worked nightshift. Yes, me, all by myself. Do I like staying home myself at night? No. Am I perfectly fine doing it? Yes. I don’t need you, which he nicely tried to tell me a few times. No matter how nice you try to tell me it, the truth is I don’t, and quite frankly, it becomes apparent that this is the play you’re using to try to get me to let you stay at my house when I keep turning you down.

He tried and said anything to get me to let him come over. He tried asking, he tried worming his way in. Hell, one time I told him no, don’t come over, and about an hour later he said he was a few minutes away. He was going to stop and get ice cream and come over. I told him no again and said we’d been through this. His response was, “but I’m just bringing ice cream.” Yes, at 9:30 at night, after my mom has conveniently just left for work.

If there’s one thing I hate more than someone who won’t hear no, it’s someone who thinks they’re going to be cute and worm their way into doing something I said no to by trying to present it like they’re really doing something else for me, or doing me a favor. I told him when we first met to not try to pull one over on me, because you will not win. I catch pretty much everything and can smell bullshit from a mile away, but still he thought he was going to try.

Another thing that got me was that he started planning sleepover and movie nights at my house. Yeah, you read that right. With and without my mom. I never invited him. Ever. This was not happening. Because of this, there were several times where I couldn’t be very nice and had to straight out tell him to not come over here because I would not let him in. There’s never any reason to have to tell someone that.

To be honest, this is where I’d normally tell someone to leave me alone and that we were no longer friends. However, if you remember, my mom was helping him find a house, so I tried to continue to tolerate his behavior for the sake of that, even though I had been showing my mom his texts, and telling her about how pushy he was being. When it got to a certain point, I really thought someone should be aware of the way he was acting.

I was also getting a little nervous to stay at the house myself, since my mom had casually mentioned to him what days she would not be home while they were out house hunting. Yes, I was upset with her for doing this when she knew how he was acting, but she claimed she didn’t realize she had done it. Sometimes my mom legitimately does things and doesn’t realize it until later. I did, however, start trying to find someone to stay with me. I was afraid he was just going to show up, and I think I had every right to be. His behavior hit a chord with me, and I was honestly quite creeped out by him.

To make matters worse, over the two weeks proceeding him getting home from vacation, I also became very ill. This meant that the last thing I wanted was anyone here with me while I did not feel well. I didn’t want anyone staying with me, and I certainly didn’t want to deal with someone who wasn’t hearing no. I know normally when people are ill they want someone with them, but in my case, I’m ill often with my health issues, and I know there’s nothing anyone can do to help me. Plus, I know how I feel and I know when I’m just generally ill, and when there’s the potential for something bad to happen. I was just generally ill and felt crappy, so I was fine by myself and really, really, didn’t want anyone here.

Imagine how happy I was when I had to ask someone to come stay with me because Mike wasn’t getting the picture to not come over, even though I had told him no, told him I was ill, and told him pretty much everything but to go bite himself and leave me alone. Not very.

In these two weeks, as you also probably guessed, I was unable to go house hunting with him. Me being sick worked out, as horrible as that sounds, because I could use it as a reason, not an excuse, to not go. I was glad, because I was afraid if I went that he would literally invite himself over after, and then, despite hearing no, still come over. In other words, I was afraid him seeing me would fuel his fire and things would get worse. I honestly wanted nothing more than to keep my distance and not encourage his behavior.

Another thing he was doing was that, every night when I would turn him down, he would then ask me to come hang out with his friends at a place right near my house, and tell me he would pick me up and bring me home. Another ploy? You know it. You know he was doing this again, just to get to stay overnight.

After awhile of me telling him no, he started to get mad, which is when my mom put two and two together and realized he had probably told his friends that things had happened the night he was here, and was going to introduce me to them so they knew he was telling the truth. We thought things couldn’t get much worse, then the kicker came.

One night he was texting me about coming over, surprise, surprise, and I again told him I was not feeling well, I did not want him to come over, like I had so many times before. Also, on this night, my mom was home, so I brought that up to him but that didn’t deter him one bit. Obviously, like I had so thought, he just wanted to come over. I don’t know why he kept insisting on coming over / wanting to stay here, or what he thought he was going to get out of me, but I was soon about to find out that what he had in mind was not what I had in mind.

Before I go any further, I would like to tell you all that the very first thing I tried when this crazy texting started, was ignoring the text once I realized he wasn’t getting the hint. If I ignored them, however, he took this as a sign to either keep texting me every few minutes until I answered him, or that he was invited over and then I’d still end up texting him for an hour trying to stop him from coming over. It was easier just to answer his texts, with stock, stern answers, and just keep repeating no until he got it.

During that night’s texting, he happened to say to me, “I know what you what.” Those exact words, my friends. I had no idea what he was talking about, so I asked him, when seconds later I got a picture message from him. Even though he was acting creepy, part of me still thought he was a nice guy; just really lonely and creepy because of it. That part of me was an idiot, because when I opened the picture it was a picture of him in a bathrobe, obviously wearing nothing under it. If he was in arms reach, I guarantee you I would have slapped the ever living crap out of him. You just do not send people pictures like that. You do NOT! Especially when it comes out of complete left field and has nothing to do with the vacation, so the poor person receiving it could have never seen it coming.

I was taken aback and really offended, plus completely grossed out, especially considering I had no attraction to him in that way whatsoever, no physical attraction to him, and he had been creepy for all of this time. I immediately told him that was NOT what I wanted and it was completely inappropriate for him to send me a picture like that. He responded by telling me that I was so funny, and that it was okay just to admit that, that was what I wanted. I didn’t have to act like it wasn’t.

Needless to say, I immediately showed these texts plus the picture to my mom so she knew exactly what was going on, and understood why I was about to not be all so chummy with Mike anymore. She was really pushing me to be nice because she had put a ton of work and man hours into selling him a house, but at this point I didn’t much care. I just wanted him as far away from me as possible. I still, by the way, have these texts in case he ever decides to come back around and cause issues. I could not have been more clear with him that I was not kidding, but he kept insisting I was, which was something else he was doing when I told him not to come over. He kept insisting I was kidding. How many times and in how many ways can someone say no until he gets it?

In the next post, we shall explore that question. Usually I don’t break my posts in two, but this story is quite long, and I don’t want to bore anyone to death.

Good Girls Go Bad - The Pen Pal (Creep Central)

I have never had luck with guys. In fact, it's a miracle that I still want anything to do with men of any age, and haven't ran fleeing into the dark of night to a convent where I could become a nun and live only with other female nuns. I would say this was an exaggeration, but it's really not.

I know that I've mentioned before my disdain and issues with men, but I've never really elaborated, so today I'm going to take some time to tell you a story about one of the guys that has single-handedly taught me what epic fail meant. Over the next few months I will feature stories on and off about the guys that have been in my life. Some will make you laugh, some cry, and others just make you want to find these guys and put a loser stamp on their forehead to warn any other girls of the trouble these guys will cause. If you feel the need to do so, just e-mail me. I know where most of them live, or can find out for you and would gleefully let you know and buy you the stamp.

I'm going to call this segment the "Good Girls Go Bad" segment. The reason for this is that I feel these are guys who make nice girls take a turn at guys and ruin it for the next, possibly great guy that comes along by being idiots and treating girls like crap, or just by being tools in general. They make otherwise innocent girls get skewed views on guys, and girls start to wonder if there is anything better out there. They ruin the idea that there are good, stable, mature guys out there for girls everywhere. This is also a song, and the lyrics fit so perfectly to these stories. You can find the song here.

I will have you know that despite all of this, I do not look at all guys like they are evil tools, and do believe there is someone out there for me. When the time is right, I will find them, but I have learned to be slightly leery of men because of these guys who make "good girls go bad." Get it? Okay. Moving on.

Also, I already wrote something that would go into this segment, but this was when I first started the blog and didn't know I was going to be doing this segment. I have re-posted it below, because it found itself stuck in between a large post with several other stories, so for the sake of breaking this up into easy to read posts that revolve around boys, I have singled out that story and put it all by its little self. If you'd like to read it, like I said, it's directly below this post.

The first story comes to us via my more youthful and naive years. For the life of me I have no idea what made me remember this, as it's one of those insignificant things that feels like it happened in a whole other life, because I'm simply not the same girl who is into the same things anymore. The details are a little sketchy when it comes to when this happened, as I only have an estimate, but the details of what happened are not. I ask you all to sit back and recline in your chairs, or else you're going to want to take a flying leap at this guy.

I have horses. I have had horses for about twelve years, and when I was around the age of twelve, I decided that I wanted to make a pen pal via The Appaloosa Journal. They had this feature where kids could write in to find pen pals, and I thought that was just the bees knees at the time, so I wrote in. I thought this would be a safe way to find a pen pal who also enjoyed horses, appaloosas to be specific, so we'd have a ton in common. The reason for this being that, at the time, the only way you could subscribe to The Appaloosa Journal was to actually own an appaloosa that you had registered with The Appaloosa Horse Club, and then pay for a subscription of it from there. So what I'm saying is you had to own a registered appaloosa to even have the option of getting the journal, therefore, I wouldn't get any whackadoodle, just a kid who liked their appaloosas.

I got some awesome pen pals and we sent pictures back and fourth and had a really good time. They were all young girls around my age who were looking to write in, too, and then found me. My favorite was a girl named Tiffany, who I spoke with for several years, but lost touch with when I really got sick. I still have the pictures of her amazing horses to this day. Everything was basically good.

That was until many, many months after I posted the ad, I got a reply from a boy. Can you believe it? A boy! I was shocked that a boy replied to a girl my age, because I was just not thinking about boys at that age, but he replied. And he was older, seemed nice, and interested in being my pen pal. Forget the fact that he creepily replied many months later. He was a boy!

We began talking and he seemed nice enough, so nice that we even e-mailed and IMed, but he'd disappear for awhile. Then he'd come back. He chalked this up to going through high school and being busy, which I understood. I was home schooled through high school, but I knew friends who weren't and they, too, would get busy and disappear for a little while in being bogged down with tests and finals.

Then he graduated and took up a career in horse training. Soon after he disappeared, only to tell me later he had moved to Florida for a job offer, only to not like it and move right back to Ohio where he had come from, and it was only a state away from me. He had always said that horses were where his heart really was, and the other job in Florida as some kind of computer tech was just not for him. He had to be back in Ohio training horses like he had grown up doing. This was understandable, and although at this point I hadn't ridden in awhile, I still saw my horses regularly and loved them to death. I still do, except for the seeing them regularly. I don't have a lot of time these days with being sick and all, nor am I allowed to ride with my random passing out and what not.

But that's neither here nor there. I stayed in touch with this guy for several years. Now, I can't remember his name and neither does my mom, but we think it was Chris. If it was Chris that would just make it more perfect, because almost every single guy I've had an issue with has been named Chris, only he was the first and original loser of the pack.

This is one of those parts where we're not sure of exactly when this happened. We're guessing I had to be around seventeen to nineteen, but so much has happened since then that he has been the least of our problems, so we're not totally sure. I believe I was working at Hallmark at the time, which would have set me right around in the eighteen to nineteen range, but we just really, really can not remember.

One day in this open time period, we had made plans for him to come and visit since he only lived about an hour and a half away. He had offered to come down here without me even asking. In fact, he asked me if he could come down and I agreed. He's the one who brought it up, picked the time, picked the day, the whole deal. All I had to do was be ready for him. This was simple enough, so I got up that day, looked my best and waited for him to come. He was supposed to be here mid morning, around eleven, but eleven passed and I was still waiting...and waiting...and waiting. He never called, never showed up, and after an hour I just moved on with life, figuring that he wasn't coming, or had forgotten. It was a jerky thing to do considering he'd picked the date, time and offered to come down, but whatever. I knew even then that boys will be boys.

My mom had wanted to lay flooring in our spare room that day, so I counted my losses, pulled my hair up, changed into old ratty clothes, and helped her out. It was a hot day with no air conditioning, so I was sweating, and the makeup I would have never put on otherwise was running. No big deal, though. I didn't need to look good for anyone...and then my phone rang. I rushed to it thinking that it was Chris finally calling two hours later with some really great excuse, but it was not.

Instead, it was my Aunt on my dad's side. I've never had the best relationship with my dad's side of the family, but they were coming down this way and my other Aunt and Uncle were home from Germany with my cousins and were having dinner later nearby. I was invited. I really wanted to go because when I was little I spent a lot of time with my cousins, Michelle and Jonathon. Also, it was rare that they were actually home since my uncle was a minister to the soldiers fighting in Iraq, and although they lived in Germany for the job, he would travel through war zones and leave his family. You never knew for sure if he was coming back, but you hoped. So since it had been two hours with not so much of a word from Chris, I agreed to meet them several hours later knowing we could finish the floor and have time to clean up. Perfect plan.

That was until another good hour went by and someone pulled into our driveway. I looked out, confused, and then my mom looked out. And then a young guy started walking towards the house, so I made my mom answer the door figuring that this guy was the asshole who I was supposed to meet earlier and he never called or showed up, but was now here. I didn't want to see him. I just wanted him to leave because I was not looking good for company and I already had plans later since he couldn't even throw me a phone call.

Low and behold, it was him. And my mom, being my mom, felt bad he drove the hour and a half across state lines and let him in. I was not happy, although I understood why she did it. I still didn't want to be around him. I wasn't in the mood. I knew then that this kid was an asshole. I mean, he couldn't even call to say he'd be over three hours later, but instead just shows up? That takes a lot of arrogance and a lot of balls to do that, and the last thing I wanted to do was hang out with him, but now I was stuck.

I tried to be nice, thinking that possibly he had a good excuse, so I came out to the dining room and sat down to talk with him while my mom kind of hung around. I could tell she was leery about him, but not half as leery as I was. He tells me that he's really sorry he's late, but he slept in. He just didn't get up in time to leave. Basically what he was telling me, since he only lives an hour and a half away and he was over three hours late, was that he slept through the time he was supposed to be here, forget the time he was supposed to leave. He does not know how to set an alarm, nor did he respect me enough to try to find out, so he figured he'd just get up whenever and come visit me without so much of a phone call. Hell no, you jerk.

Then I asked him why he didn't call. He said he didn't think it mattered and he didn't want to waste his cell minutes. He figured I'd just wait around for him, basically, and that my whole day was devoted to him, whenever he decided to arrive. I was done with him right there. Even that many years ago I knew that he was being disrespectful to me and didn't give a crap about anyone but himself. But he was still there and my mom was still telling me to be nice to him, give him a chance and get through today, and then I wouldn't have to talk to him again. I sighed. I did not want to do this, nice or not. I wasn't in the mood for nice. I didn't feel like I had to be.

I tried to nicely smile and tell him that I wouldn't have that much time to hang out with him, because, since he didn't show up after two hours or call, I had made other plans later that evening. He actually had the nerve to tell me that he had driven all this way to see me, so he was a little upset about that. Oh yeah, well learn how to use a phone. If he would have, I would have never made other plans, but I had every single right to assume he wasn't coming. Therefore, I had every right to make other plans. I knew this kid was a piece of work right here and then, but what I didn't know is that I hadn't seen anything yet.

I asked him what he wanted to do in the hour or so that I had time to do something with him, as I needed to come back and get cleaned up before I went into public, but wasn't about to do it for him. He said that he wanted to go see my horses. This made sense considering this is how we met, and at the time the horses were only ten minutes away so that gave us plenty of time to go up and get back, and seemed like a safe thing to do, right? Even still, I kind of eyed my mom like God, please come with me because I know I'm old enough to do this myself, but there's something hinky about this guy and I don't want to be anywhere near him. She in turn said she was going to finish the floor and would see us in an hour. Thanks for throwing me under the bus, Mom.

We went outside, me still in my old clothes and not really caring, and he insisted on driving to the barn. It wasn't hard to get to and I could easily give him directions. Considering he was also blocking our cars in and I figured it would be a huge incident just to get him to move his car so we could get one of ours out (at least I think I had my car at the time, too, but can't remember), I got in his car and shut up.

It was the last place I wanted to be, and I realized very quickly that he didn't know left from right, and unless I pointed he had not a freaking clue what way to go. He also didn't take direction well and liked to pretend like he knew where he was going, making him even have to turn around once because he argued that I wasn't telling him where to go correctly. This guy was so obviously a first class asshole with a chip on his shoulder, and a God complex. He thought, too, because I was younger that I would apparently bow down to him. At this point I was so creeped out that I just wanted to run screaming into the hills for dear life. That convent was looking better and better with each passing moment.

While in the car, a stick shift, may I add, he tried to make useless conversation that I wasn't interested in, because I quite frankly couldn't stand the guy for obvious reasons, no matter how hard I tried. Then he did it. His hand "slipped" off of the stick shift and went right on my knee. He never moved it or apologized, and I moved it for him, telling him to keep his hands to himself and drive his damn stick shift as not to kill us. He didn't try to touch me again after that, but what a creep! I was under the understanding he was coming out here to meet me, not to hook up with me, or try to come on to me. We had never met in real life and didn't really know each other, so this took a lot of nerve.

We finally made it to the barn with all his hands in tact and my sanity slowly spiraling out of it. To my luck, this would be the day that nobody would be there, not even the owners. This was a boarding barn where people came to ride on weekends. It was the middle of the day on a Saturday. I thought this was a safe option, but no one was there. Needless to say, I was mortified. It only got worse when I realized Chris was scared to death of my horses. When I say scared to death, I mean he wouldn't even come into the stall. I have one horse that is so small she is technically a pony, and he still wouldn't come in the stall. She was standing there sleeping while I brushed her, and he stood outside tapping his foot like I was on his nerves for brushing my own horses.

Let's stop here and review, shall we? He's the one who got my name out of The Appaloosa Journal and also told me he was a horse trainer. He's the one who wanted to go see the horses. While I was there I was going to brush them, because what else was I going to do? Then, he stands outside the stall, to afraid to even come in and pet them, and taps his foot angrily while I brush them. What.the.HELL?

I knew something was up, so I brushed my horses until I was content, not wanting to get back in the car with him. I was actually hoping to annoy him badly enough that he would just end up leaving and I could call my mom on my cell phone to come and get me.. That's what I was trying to do, because now I realized that although he got my name out of The Appaloosa Journal, it had to have been a fluke. He must have gotten it off of a friend or a neighbor months later when they were done with it, thus the way late response, and then realized he could prey on someone young by telling them he was a horse trainer. Since he lived a state away, I would never know, but then his mistake came in him wanting to come see the horses. He couldn't hide that he was afraid of them.

I wasn't stupid and I knew something was seriously wrong, so I really did not want to get back in that car with him. But he didn't leave and I was forced to. On the ride home, being the short one that it was, with my cell phone in hand and cued up to call my mom if needed, I asked him about the whole thing back at the barn. He told me that he was in his good clothes and didn't want to get dirty. I called bullshit because he was wearing holy, shitty clothes, which kind of appalled me anyway because he was coming to meet me and knew that. He just really didn't care, but since we were going to see the horses I let it go, figuring that was his plan all along. When he didn't even so much as touch the horses, I couldn't let it go anymore.

I called his bullshit again and he told me he just hadn't trained in awhile. I brought up how he told me that was his main job, and he said, no, that he was a computer tech. I brought up again how he told me he was one in Florida, but had moved back to Ohio to train horses again because that was his true passion. He told me I misunderstood. If I had been at a computer I would have pulled up the emails to show him that clearly he was a liar, because I had saved them all. I just finally stopped arguing with him because you can't argue with stupid, and it was obvious I'd get no good answer out of him no matter how hard I tried.

We made it back to the house and I grumpily bid him adieu as I headed inside. He followed me...and did this knowing that the deal was he would go see the horses and then leave because I had other plans. My mom had just gotten cleaned up, so I went in to shower while he sat in the dining room and talked to my mom. My mom came in my room once to see how things went and I told her very quietly that he was nuts and I would explain later, but he's not who he told me he was. My mom kind of realized now that something was wrong, but when I came out dressed and ready to go to dinner, he somehow was coming with us. I do not know how this happened. My mom says she invited him. I don't know why she would do this. To this day I still do not, especially when she knew I was more than creeped out by him, pissed at him and she, too, agreed he was pretty creepy.

We went out and he wanted to take his car, because he said that he would leave and go home after we went out to eat. My mom had told him that the place we would be having dinner at was on the main road headed towards Ohio. This was simple enough, so we told him to just back out of our driveway and sit on the road for one hot minute so that we could get our car out and he could follow us. Instead of doing that, he pulled out, almost got stuck, and then drove the opposite way from where we were going. We couldn't figure out what he was doing, but he went and turned around somewhere and came back. I, for one, was so hoping he wouldn't have.

He followed behind us very, very slowly, making us having to keep slowing down so he kept up with us. I kept telling my mom just to drive the speed limit and let him get lost, and eventually she had to so we didn't get pulled over on the main road for driving too slowly, as we were going that slow. We pulled into the restaurant without him in site, but he came along not that much later and pulled in next to us. I, again, was disappointed. And also, folks, there is no need to drive down a flat main road at half the speed limit like he did. This kid was just a tool.

We went inside and met with my family. There were upwards of ten people there, so I did everything I could to get away from Chris, but he sat by me anyway, my cousin Jonathon on the other side of him. I simply was at the point of just being pissed off and wanting to spend nice, quiet time with my family without this jerk there. The last thing I wanted was him sitting next to me, but to my luck the only other boy there happened to be Jonathon, so Chris and Jonathon talked and he left me alone. And when he didn't, I just started up a conversation with Michelle, who was across from me, and called it a day.

Finally, dinner ended, and I say finally only because I was so incredibly uncomfortable with Chris. No matter what, I was on the edge the whole evening, and then the check came. My mom says she knows Chris paid for himself, but I remember a total other story, and knowing that my mom stands up for people when they don't deserve it, I really believe she's just telling me this so I won't hate on Chris anymore than I already do. To this day she won't admit he's a loser, but let's be honest, he obviously lied to me and I don't know what he was looking for when he came here, but it wasn't a friendship over horses, so that's just really creepy.

I distinctly remember the dinner ending and Chris then announcing as the bill came that he did not have any money. In fact, he said he barely had enough money to get home and hoped he didn't run out of gas, because if he did he would be in trouble. My mom shut up and paid for his meal, if I remember correctly. I could be wrong and maybe my mom is right and he did put it on a credit card, but I don't believe that's true. Either way, he made a big stink about it, so maybe it's just the childish stink that is stuck in my mind. I know for sure he whined about not having money and then tried to blame us saying he didn't expect he would be going out to eat, and also that he drove down here just to see me and so really he paid all that toll and gas money. He was making it out like it was our fault he didn't have money. He needed to go play in traffic as far as I was concerned.

We departed and nicely explained to Chris that all he had to do was go back the way we came and he would end up right on the turnpike. You couldn't miss it. We were going back that way so he followed us, but eventually we just drove not being able to go that slow .When I say that you end up right on the turnpike, I mean you RUN RIGHT INTO THE TURNPIKE. There is nowhere else to go. You either turn off on a back road or you go straight onto the turnpike. He got lost, which really cracks me up considering he made it here okay, having to go down a few back roads to get to my house, but he couldn't drive straight onto the turnpike going home. He called and called, but I never picked up the phone and he left messages about how he was lost and I needed to come meet him somewhere and get him on the turnpike. Mean, maybe, but I was far past done with him. I just couldn't take him anymore. I think I had every right to feel that way.

I think what really gets me about this story is that he continued to try to contact me for a year or so afterwords. He called me and left messages, e-mailed me, the whole deal. He acted like he wasn't a total ass and never lied to me or did anything wrong. To this day I still don't know what his deal really was, or who he really was. I don't know how he got The Appaloosa Journal, what he was looking for when he came here, or what he really did for a living, because obviously he hadn't been around horses in his life. Because of this, to this day, I have never replied to him and eventually the e-mails and calls stopped. The damage was already done by this time, and I had gained a great story to pass along the ages.

Good Girls Go Bad ~ The Crier (Adult Life Is Calling)

As you know from above, I have started a segment called "Good Girls Go Bad" to showcase all the guys that I've met along the way that make the good girls go bad by ruining the image that there are good guys out there for all of us. This is a repost of an earlier story to single it out for this segment. I totally redid the story and added more details. I realized I rush wrote this post initially and more things needed explained. Anyway, here it is in all its glory.

Back in September my friend Becky and we decided that, for some one's birthday, we were going to saran wrap their car or decorate their motorcycle, depending on which mode of transportation they brought to work that day. In doing this, we had decided early on that we wanted to use balloons either way. Since we had so many balloons, we decided to have them blown up somewhere. Lazy, but neither of us posses that much air. That being said, we took them to a local store where she used to work, and a guy friend of hers blew them up for us. For all intents and purposes, we shall call the guy friend BG for balloon guy, as I do not want to tarnish any one's name. (Edit: Remember that thing I said about guys named Chris in the post above this one? Let's just say this is a one in the same kind of ordeal.)

Upon leaving the store I commented that I thought BG was cute, and Becky being Becky, passed this message on. I laughed, because really, what was I going to do? That was that. I had met a cute guy. Ya me, the whole thing. Then life went on.

Around rolled December and Becky was in said local store and ran into BG, who proceeded to ask her if I was still single and if I would be interested in going out with him. He wanted her to get my permission to contact me before she gave him my number, which was really sweet and mature. At the time all of this happened, I was 23 and he was 18, but he assured her repeatedly that he was a mature 18. She had worked with him, and when she had they were good friends, so she knew him well and thought we'd both really like each other. She also had a lot of respect for this guy and just thought he was nice, sweet, mature, and all over a good guy. She contacted me, I said yes, I would be interested in him contacting me, and this put me in contact with him.

Fast forward about a weeks worth of texts and we decided to go on our first date. It didn't start out as a date, but it somehow turned into it. First we were just going to see a movie, he decided next to pick me up, then he was paying for it, and it somehow turned into a date. We went to see Twilight that night and it worked out. He was charming, sweet, I was comfortable with him, and he was cute to boot. It was like a Taylor Swift song. I was happy, he was happy, we both thought we had something.

Friday rolls around and we hung out and baked penis cookies with Becky and Patrick, a mutual friend between she and I. They were for a bachelorette party, so don't get any hinky ideas, kids. From there, everything seemed fine aside from the fact that BG was obviously tired and the last thing he wanted to do was be making cookies. He whined a lot because he was tired and was extremely unhelpful. I was not feeling well that day and sat down for a few minutes in between baking cookies. He sat down almost the whole time, and when Becky said something to him, he told her he was sitting down because I was. Becky was quick to defend me by snapping back and telling him that I was sick and he was just not participating and playing with his IPhone which was "his baby" the whole time. He was also late, way later than Patrick who was also helpful and stayed after BG to help clean up, and when I say clean, I mean he cleaned EVERYTHING WELL. Becky and I didn't even have time to think about cleaning because Patrick had it done.

Anyway, back to BG. We had also warned him ahead of time that Becky had a dog. He said this was fine, and then when he got there was scared to death of the dog and we had to lock him in a room. Had we known this, we wouldn't have invited BG because that wasn't fair to the dog. BG also made inappropriate comments, and I am all for that, but his went way, way too far.

He didn't seem so bad until after he left and it was just Patrick, Becky and me. We started talking and realized that, yeah, he was pretty much a pain in the ass, and if he was that tired, he should have stayed at home. Grating on other people's nerves because you're tired is not cool. No one would have been mad if he would have said hey, I work two jobs, go to school, and volunteer as a firefighter. I'm tired and can't come, but he didn't. He came anyway and was a pain. Then, compared to Patrick, he seemed like a real ass. Regardless, before he left I had made another date with him for the following night.

Everyone has their bad days and it wasn't that big of a deal, right? We were actually fine with him until he left and it set in how much more peaceful it was without him. Because Becky had known him for three years prior to the current time, and I had a great time with him on the date, we figured it a fluke. This was no reason to not give him a second chance, although it should have been a red flag for both me and Becky, as she figured, too, that it was a fluke.

Saturday pops up on us, date night, and I texted him to see what time he wanted to go out exactly and what we were doing, because he had not contacted me as of yet, and I like to know what I'm doing. I could tell immediately that something was up with him. After several hours of being ignored by him after he was already cranky towards me, he ends up telling me that he's cancelling our date, but gives no explanation and just stops talking to me. I thought, well, okay, I can take a hint. He doesn't want to date me anymore. I have no idea what I did, but it's for the better.

I told Becky what happened and she was seriously upset about the whole thing, as she couldn't see BG doing something like this and neither could I. She felt responsible for introducing us, and it just didn't seem like him to do something such as this, so even though that pretty much ended things right there, we still tried to nicely give him the benefit of the doubt that he was a decent human being. In all fairness, had he given me some sort of explanation instead of just canceling, or at least apologized, I would have given him another chance and probably stupidly, too, but since he did neither and I was both shocked and appalled by this, I figured it was best to not even venture further into this relationship. Nothing lost, nothing gained. I've been in too many relationships, even with just friends, where the guy either didn't care, or was communication insufficient, and I wasn't doing it again.

Fast forward to Monday. I end up getting a text from BG. He NOW decides to apologize for canceling the date Saturday. Too bad he didn't actually apologize when he did so, but was rude about it instead. I didn't really expect to hear from him again to be honest, figuring that he decided he didn't want to date me again and was too afraid to tell me, and I would never know why. He was somewhat timid and seemed like he could be that type, and it was also a sign of immaturity, which would have fit his just out of high school age. Apparently this was not the case. Since he did take the time to apologize late, better late than never, I thought about it, and with Becky being with me when the text came through, we talked amongst ourselves and both agreed something terrible probably happened to him. We are stupid and give people too much benefit of the doubt. I hate us.

I asked him if he was okay, hoping he would explain to me what happened, or at least attempt some explanation. If something horrible did happen, then I was a bitch for not giving him another chance and not understanding. What he told me next knocked not only my socks off, but sent me into infinite laughter. This is a story I will tell my grandchildren.

He proceeds to tell me that he's fine, however Saturday was horrible, and then explains. Wait for it. The epic thing that happened was this:

A co-worker texted him and called him an asshole. Now mind, BG works in an office away from everyone he works with and doesn't have to deal with them at all at any point in time while he is there. He had just gotten a promotion into this position too. Not to be insensitive, but it was also just a text. Delete it and move on with your life. You don't have to ever deal with the person, or them with you. No big deal, be the bigger person. It's not like the co-worker said this to BG's face, and even if he had, he is big and old enough to walk away. Becky and I both figured there had to be more to this story, and oh there was, but it was far from what we expected.

From there he proceeded to text me and tell me that directly after his co-worker did this he cried, left the office, found his boss and quit his job. He also decided that, because he worked eight hours a week at a pizza place, that he just wasn't going to get another job because he just couldn't handle the stress. If he was going to be made fun of at work or called names, he just wasn't going to work. Umm.....news flash. Adult life is calling and it is a bitch.

We.laughed.hard. We fell to the ground in the middle of a parking lot and laughed. We laughed our asses off in the middle of Red Robin. We laughed when we split up and got into our cars to go home. I've never laughed so hard in my life and will never forget this day as long as I live.

Maybe this makes us two major bitches, but at the same time, he is eighteen and this is the real world. Apparently he can not survive in it. You're always going to have someone who isn't going to like you, but if you hold your head high, ignore it, and continue on, the joke will be on them. I have never cared what anyone has thought of me unless I really hold the person dear and feel like I've offended them by something stupid that shot out of my mouth. I could not be with someone who couldn't even deal with someone calling them a name through a text, and quitting their job. If I had the memory to keep these texts in my phone, believe me, I would have and I would have posted a screenshot of them on here minus the number, because they are that funny. You have to see them to believe them.

That being said, I really do think the guy is a nice, great guy, but I think he has a lot of growing up to do. There's some eighteen year olds that are more mature than me. It's human nature, but he is certainly not one of them. As one of my unidentified friends pointed out, when she heard the story, she felt like I was telling her about a thirteen year old girl. He was still in high school mode, which I guess is natural being that he was only in his first year of college. I do wish him the best, though, and hope that he learns from this and finds himself a great girl, everything he wants in life, and is happy. That girls is just not going to be me.